“Hey, shhh, don’t cry,” he said, shushing me and wiping my tears away. Again as his hand touched my face my body responded. Part of me knew it ...as wrong to feel aroused by this situation, but my mind battled as somewhere this tapped into one of my darkest fantasies. Unwilling to accept that I wanted this to be happening, to be true; I continued my half-hearted plea for freedom. “Please, let me go. I’ll give you money,” I begged. “I don’t want your money, I just want you,” he said, as he. I like eating in the truck stops, but it can get pretty spendy pretty fast if you're not careful. I had a microwave in the truck and also invested in a hot place so I could do some cooking as well. We got home and loaded everything in the truck, got all my clothes and everything loaded up as well, basically all I had to bring out to the truck before I headed out was my backpack that I usually carry my iPad and other things I might need. I took a shower before bed, and came back to the bedroom,. So I slowly turned the knob and opened the door just enough to peek into the shower. Dad was at it again. This time he was leaning back against the right side of the stall, underneath the shower spray where it wouldn’t rinse the soap off his cock. I was mesmerized as I watched him slowly, patiently work his hand over the long thick shaft. I started to reach for my burning snatch, thinking I might bring myself to orgasm at the same time as my father. But then I made a snap decision. I quickly. She slowly looked in the big, wood framed mirror. She saw a small cut beside her left eye, it was caused by the broken glass from the lamp.She cautiously made her way to her bedroom, and began to pack some clothes. "This is the last time you'll ever hit me. I should have let Dad kill you the first time you did it." Anne said, as she looked at Bill passed out across her bed.The drive to her Dad's house, it only took a few minutes. As she walked into his house, she froze in her tracks. There lay.